Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Bobby looked outside at the approaching storm clouds. He quickly grabbed a sweater, put it in a bag and locked the door behind him. He took one last look at the clouds overhead and took a deep breath. He then sprinted as fast as he could to the market at the corner. As he made it to the parking lot, thunder sounded and rain poured down from the sky. Bobby quickly reached down into the bag and pulled out his sweater. He threw the sweater high into the air and watched two cowboys fire five or six shots straight into its belly. Bobby put the sweater back in the bag, nodded to the cowboys, and calmly strolled back to his house.

About Me

It was my mother who gave birth to me. I was much younger at the time. I am told that from the time I was born, I continued to grow larger and larger. Sometimes when someone hadn’t seen me for a couple of years, they’d remark, “My, how you have grown!” That’s what kind of tipped me off that this whole growth process was happening. I grew in other ways too. For example, I learned to talk, camp, kind of mosey around a lot, and communicate through dance. I continued to grow bigger all this time. And then at some point, all the growing stopped and I stayed the same size. However, I retained the ability to talk and camp without any noticeable decline. At no point during my growing phase did I ever grow gills or sprout wings or do anything else to cause me to believe that I was some kind of half-bird, half-fish type of creature. Other than that there is nothing else to note about me.